When the phone rings, I have to assume that it's Daddy. I mean, the phone doesn't ring around here very often. And Daddy tries to call every day while he's out of town. I can't quite figure out how Daddy squeezes into the phone, and why, if he's in there, he doesn't just pop out and say hello in person. A mystery to be solved another day....
Actually, he called today while I was napping. And when I woke, I was a little cranky. (OK, OK, ... a lot cranky) and I didn't want to talk to him. But a little later, I convinced Mommy to hand me the phone, and I tried to get him back. No luck. Hopefully he'll call again tomorrow.